Myr POV
"Hey Mom! I'm home!" I said opening the door.
"Oh Myr!! Welcome back. I managed to open it the box!" My mom said with a smile.
"Really?" I said feeling excited.
"Okay. Here it is." She said handing it to me.
"I looked inside and saw one object. A picture of young me. Looked around 7 to 8 years old. And she was with two other people.
As soon as I looked at those people....
"Nothing." I said. "I don't feel anything."
"Nothing?" My mom asked. "Try again. Surely you must feel something."
I looked at the picture again and studied it.
"Still nothing." I said sighing in defeat.
My mom sighed too.
"This was the closest we got ever since we started searching." My mom said sadly walking away.
Suddenly, a blinding light flashed across my vision and my legs buckled underneath me.
"Sweetie. Wake up." A voice said.
I opened my eyes.
"Mommie!!!!" I said happily and hugged my mom.
"You missed me that much?" My mom said chuckling.
"Yes!! You and Daddie have been gone for weeks!!" I said pouting. "Ms. Lila wouldn't let me eat ice cream for dinner."
"Oh she did? I'll have to talk with her about that." My mom said making an angry face.
I hugged her tightly.
Then another memory flashed by it was more like pieces of the same scene.
A knife slashed through the air.
A pistol shot echoed throughout the room.
I saw my parents dead on the ground and a figure approaching me.
I gasped and my eyes opened.
"Myr!! You're awake!!" Jocelyn yelled hugging me with tears running down her face.
"You better not do that again!!!" My mom yelled hugging me too.
"Sorry. I won't. But what exactly happened?" I asked confused as I looked around and I saw I was inside a strange room.
"You don't know?" My mom said. "You've been unconcscious for two weeks."
"What?!" I exclaimed.
"You don't know how worried we've been!" Jocelyn exclaimed before hugging me tightly.
My mom looked at me with a worried look and said, "Myr, what happened?"
"Well...I looked at the picture again like you asked and then a blinding light appeared...and memories came flooding back." I said rubbing my head as a headache appeared when I tried to remember it.
"What did you remember?" She asked.
Jocelyn just looked at me curiously.
"Well, I remember my family I had before I died. They were really nice. I don't know their names but I know at least my mom's face...wait. I remember actually both of my parent's faces because I remembered another memory before this and I saw my dad's face. After that, I only got bits and pieces of the same scene. I think it was how me and......my family died." I said starting to tear up at the memory.

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Vampires and Werewolves. The beginning of a conflict.
Novela JuvenilThis is my first story. Don't expect anything from it. I just wrote it for fun but if you happen to enjoy tell me about it and if you don't, just tell me what I can improve. Also, no werewolves appearing as enemies in this story....or is there?